Happy Tea

What I call "the transition" was a process that involved a kind of death and emergence, from being in the Matrix into a new state of being. It is merely life itself unfolding a process of self realisation that points at a "die to live" attitude. That process will be invariably different for everyone, according to their particular soul evolution.

To offer insight to how such a course may manifest by Divine will is merely to rejoice in the mercy and give praise to the Absolute Reality ... and to inspire others to also keep a watchful eye on themselves and how things work in their world. Until now, I have been able to write about this particular episode only in poetry, however I will now attempt to recount the process more vividly.

He comes to me during the day. While I work, he comes to play. His purr so loud like a little lion; his mane so soft and fur glistening gold. He is full of energy like the solar buzz. He brings light into the dark. He's creativity when I need to work. He is full of warmth and affection, looks you straight in the eyes. He is my boy.

She comes to me at night. At my belly as I switch off the light. Her ears and tale are masked, as she curls into a ball: the moon is in my bed. Her soothing purr moves through my body, like a healing sound wave. She is relaxation when I need to cool down. She is my princess that appears, then remains hidden. She is my girl.